Chapter 9: Eight-grade-disease

Chapter 9: Eight-grade-disease

Chapter 9 Eight-grade-disease

Bai Yan was confused. Actually, he had never met this school beauty before. She went to him and said something really weird. Any normal person would be stunned at this moment.

‘She called me “Master.” Did she know me?’

Bai Yan was lost in thought, but he quickly confirmed that he didn’t know Mu Ling. Today was definitely the first time they had met.

He looked at Mu Ling for a while and nodded in confusion. “I came for the class.”

Mu Ling listened in silence. His voice was calm as if he was really here for the class.

She thought she was actually barking up the wrong tree for a moment. However, she wouldn’t be mistaken. The voice had left a deep impression on her in just three days. As long as she heard it, she would definitely not be mistaken.

“Hmm, what else?” Bai Yan stared at Mu Ling’s hair.

Although people in Noah have various colorful hair and pupils, white hair and purple-red eyes were actually quite rare. He wanted to feel her hair.

Feeling that Bai Yan didn’t want to talk to her anymore, Mu Ling suddenly understood what he meant. ‘Do not disturb me.’ That was what he had just conveyed.

‘I was imagining. The Savior didn’t come to look for me.’ If he has orders, he could control her directly. There was no need for such an inefficient way of direct communication. Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

“I see.” Mu Ling decided to leave. She didn’t want to stay with this terrifying, powerful man for another minute. But she didn’t go.

After hesitating for a moment, she took a deep breath and bowed to Bai Yan to express her respect.

“Master, I know I’m not powerful. I was just like an insect on the bottom of your shoes. But... thanks for giving me the chance to become stronger. And I’ll treasure the opportunity to regain my family glory.” After saying that, Mu Ling left.

Bai Yan was stunned on the spot for a long time. It was completely baffling.

Alan came over a few minutes later, looking bewildered. “What were you talking about? Why did she bow to you?”

Bai Yan was slightly taken aback. “You saw it?”

Alan nodded. “Yeah. I was waiting for you to have dinner outside. What the hell is going on?”

Bai Yan pondered for a moment and sighed deeply. “She is beautiful. But, she got a disease.”

Alan froze. “What disease?”

“Eight-grade-disease.”

Mu Ling left the classroom in a hurry. Then she went to the bathroom and turned on the tap.

Mu Ling moved around the crowd expressionlessly and walked towards the school gate, ignoring the handsome senior kneeling down.

The senior was also stunned. He stood up and stooped Mu Ling. “I...”

However, Mu Ling stepped on his stomach before he had finished his sentence. The huge force made the senior fall to the ground. Then, she stepped on his handsome face.

“Arghhh!”

Mu Ling walked over his body expressionlessly.

‘Sorry!!! I couldn’t control myself.’ She apologized in her heart. Actually, it was pretty satisfying.

There was complete silence.

“Holy shit! She stepped on his face!”

“OMG. Slay!”

“I love her! Queen Ling!”

Mu Ling did not know that she would soon have a new nickname in school.

She just left the school and arrived at the central avenue.

The central avenue was a rather bustling place. There were all kinds of supermarkets and cinemas.

Mu Ling was shocked.

‘Wait! Should I battle here?’

A white mask appeared on her face in the next moment, covering her face. The familiar voice sounded again in her head.

[Stand by, Nightsaber.]

Mu Ling’s lips parted slightly. “Yes, my master.”

She knelt on one knee in the crowd and lowered her head. She quickly attracted the attention of everyone present. Passers-by stopped and discussed.

“Look! What’s she doing? She’s so pretty.”

“Go take a look. Is she a cosplayer?”

“Could there be a promotional event? Maybe she will dance later."

More and more people gathered around, but Mu Ling gradually calmed down.

She knew her enemies on every mission were either monsters or cultists. Today would be no exception. It was fatal crises that ordinary people could not resist.

‘Will many people die today?’